An American couple stopped me the other day on the Mall for a little direction or two. A blistering day, they were short-and-sandled up, sweating like bulls. “Hot isn’t it?” I asked somewhat victoriously, knowing that our North American cousins are consistent detractors of our usually appalling climate. “To be honest with you” the chap wheezed, “it’s a little too hot. I’m rather disappointed. I thought I’d come to London and … [Read more...]

You know the glossy man; the high-cheekboned, slick haired, brilliantly attired chap sat on the steps of some enormous Rhode Island mansion. Looking vaguely pissed off, impossibly wealthy and handsome to the point of vulgarity. His Fair Isle sweater, club stripe tie, rolled-up coloured trousers and saddle shoes are perfect in colour mix and context. A moment of exquisite beauty captured, many might say. Of course, the reality is that these … [Read more...]